The Last of the Backyard Generation

Photo by MaggiePoo from Pixabay

Growing up, one thing that sticks to my memory most fondly was summer break. On weekdays from early June to late July, my parents would have to go to work, and I was left under the precious care of my two grandparents (the parents of my father). Aside from enjoying their company, which was always valuable in of itself, it was their property that was also very welcoming, as it was always for me an area of imaginative role play…